"HAAA!... Cough!... Cough!"
A sharp pain ran through my body, and the sensation of a heavy weight on my chest and a lack of air were the first things I felt the moment I regained consciousness.
"Shit!... where are the little ones?"
The first thing that came to mind when I opened my eyes was my little daughters. The fear of the demons taking them away, and the worst-case scenario: killing them.
'Damn... where are they?'
"Oh, you're awake," a familiar voice came from the side. "Easy... easy... you took one hell of a nasty blow to the head, Morgana."
"Eh?" Turning my head, I saw the familiar face with messy brown hair, and possibly the only good person in this place.
"Martha?" I called, surprised and confused. The mature woman was sitting beside me on the cold floor, her hands resting on my forehead.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to get up, but the pain in my head and the heavy weight on my chest forced me to lie down.
"Easy there," she said, pulling her hand away and placing it on my shoulder, preventing me from trying to get up again. "You need rest."
"Rest?" I looked at her with a fury that she didn't deserve to see. She had been nice to me from the start. "I can't rest while my daughters are out there with those fucking demons!"
"What?!... Your daughters are here?" she gasped, shocked, possibly mistaking my demon naga daughters for the kids I told her about before. But again, I didn't say which daughters were on purpose. Humans hate demons, no matter their age.
I pushed myself to a sitting position, ignoring the pain in my chest and the headache. Scanning the place, I found myself in a dimly lit large cell with more human slaves. The walls were made from that black stone, the floor was rough and cold, and there were no windows or light from the outside—only some small holes that allowed air to come in.
"Morgana... Morgana?... Hey, you okay?" Martha called, shaking me as I leaned against the rough wall.
"Where am I?" I asked. "How much time has passed?"
"We're inside the underground dungeon," Martha said, sitting down next to me. "You were brought here yesterday by the demons, and if you're asking about how much time has passed since I last saw you, then two weeks have passed."
"Two weeks?" I narrowed my eyes, looking at the dark corner, noticing that two slaves—a man and a woman—were fucking, not caring about the people around them. But that was not important to me.
'So I spent two weeks with that giant blue bitch.'
Closing my eyes, I began to focus. My mana and the one around me in the air were too weak and thin, almost non-existent. But expelling all the unnecessary thoughts and focusing on a single one made all the difference.
'My connection with the little ones.'
My bond with my offspring was always there, and now with my naga daughters being in the same plane of existence as me, it was stronger than ever. Thanks to the link, I could feel their presence. And it was strong.
'They're still here!' My eyes shot wide open, and I felt my heart beating faster. The joy and relief that the little ones were near filled my soul. 'They're safe and we–'
I swallowed those words the moment I had a clear feeling and information from the link between us, and let me tell you, I was not happy about what I just received.
"Fuck... No... No... No," I cursed, holding my head in pain—not physical, but mental. The link with my naga daughters was so strong and the more time passed, the better and clearer it got.
"No! No! No!..." I couldn't hold the tears and the pain that was surging through my heart. I remember how many nagas I gave birth to.
Eighteen. Ten hatched from eggs and eight born naturally from my womb. A total of eighteen beautiful baby nagas. And now, five are gone. I can't tell which five, but all I know was that five of my naga daughters were dead.
'Fuck,'
"Hey, Morgana... are you alright?" Martha asked, rubbing my shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"My babies," I answered, holding back another tear and the rage. The emotions were mixing, and I was losing myself. "They killed them. Those fucking demons killed my daughters!"
"What?!..." The old woman gasped, and the whole place went silent. I was not the only one listening to me and the news. The other slaves heard me, and they all stared at me with eyes wide open. Except for the two still fucking in the background.
"Those fuckers... I'll make them pay," I gritted my teeth, feeling the anger burning my skin.
"Are you sure?" the old woman asked again, her voice shaking a little. "I mean, maybe the demons just took your babies somewhere else."
"I'm not fucking mistaken, Martha!" I yelled, my voice echoing in the dimly lit dungeon. Now all the slaves were staring at me. Some looked scared, and some were just curious about what the hell was happening. "I can feel them. I can feel their presence, and some of them are dead!"
"I'll kill them." I stood up, not caring about the physical pain. I could handle that. But the emotional pain, on the other hand, was the worst pain in the world. It brought back bad memories from the time I lost my wolf daughter to those spider rats.
"They will pay for this... I'll skin them alive and burn their corpses until even death can't recognize which ashes belong to whom."
"Ahh... Morgana... are you okay?" Martha asked, standing beside me and visibly shaking by the crazy look on my face. She tried to place a hand on my shoulder, but suddenly a voice from the back stopped her.
"What's wrong with the bitch?" a male voice spoke, and soon the figure of a big man in his thirties appeared before me. He was a human, with a brown beard and long thick hair. His body was built, and his hands were rough—a fighter at first glance. But in this place—as far as I knew—only breeding or mining slaves existed.
"Can you keep your voice down? I can't fuck with all the screaming," the man spoke, stretching his arms as if he had just woken up from sleeping. I turned and saw that he was the man who had been fucking a girl before. His dick was still hard and covered in cum.
"Why don't you go fuck yourself," I said, glaring at him. I instantly knew who this man was. Not his identity but rather his role in this place. How he spoke, the way he walked, handled himself, and the fact that he was the only one having sex in the cell all showed me that he was the big man here. The boss in this shitty cell.
"I'd rather fuck you," he replied, smirking, showing me his teeth and staring at me up and down. "You look tasty."
"I said... Fuck off!"
"Hmm, what's this?" he grinned, raising his right hand and snapping his fingers. "The new bitch is acting high and mighty. Did the demons fuck the common sense out of you?"
"Don't worry. I'll put you back in your place, beneath my dick," he added, reaching for his dick and stroking it slowly. Three slaves appeared behind him—two men and a woman. All three of them had decently well-built bodies and the look of someone who had been here for a long time.
"You should watch your mouth, bitch, or you'll get hurt," the woman spoke, glaring at me and Martha.
"We don't want any trouble," Martha spoke, her voice shaking, yet she stood between me and these people. "Please leave her alone. She just lost her daught–"
SLAP!
Before Martha had time to finish, a slap came from the boss of these slaves. The slap was so fast that the poor woman didn't even have time to react. The blow was strong enough to make her stumble backward and fall on her back. Her face was red, and a little blood was oozing out of her cut lip.
"Shut the fuck up, woman. I don't want to hear your voice," the man said, looking down at the woman. Then he turned to me, but the moment he did, I was inches away from his face.
"Eh?" The man's eyes widened in surprise. Yet the shock didn't last long. His eyes slowly went down, and he saw a sight that didn't make sense to him.
My right arm was buried deep in his chest.
"HUMMPHH!!..." The man couldn't even scream or speak. A single breath was all it took before my hand burst out from his chest with his heart in hand. The blood gushed out, painting the wall, the floor, and me in red.
"What?..." The woman and the other slaves were stunned. Everything happened in an instant, and no one was able to tell if it was true or just a dream—something their minds made up.
Opening my mouth, I brought the still-beating heart close. Crushing it with my hand, I let all the blood and the organ fall into my mouth.
[+5 Life Essence]
"Humph... even his blood tastes like shit," I said, spitting the blood on the floor before turning to face the woman and the two men.
"I hope yours tastes better."